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Jun 2010
Moonlight crazy
         on my eyes;
freeway stretching a lonely distance
        all I have
this windswept solitude
looking; looking.
echoing down my footsteps
           fading with time made holy
all I have...
All that I have;
          hold my hand and find out
          and I'll never let you go
Written by
Dean Jones
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